Zhu Yan is indeed one of the most ferocious beasts in ancient times. Even though he is not in his true form now, at this desperate moment, he still bursts out with terrifying power and transforms into millions of incarnations to counter the power of the sword formation.
But even though Zhu Yan has a body of iron and steel now, he is still far from being indestructible. It is impossible for him to ignore the damage of the immortal sword, not to mention the sharpness of the immortal sword with the blessing of the sword formation.
Each of the ferocious beasts Zhu Yan was strangled by countless sword lights, cutting their skin, slicing their flesh, chopping their tendons, and removing their bones...
Once Zhu Yan's demon body can hold on for a long time, it will immediately attract more sword lights, as if countless green vine fairy swords flash and cut down, the demonic energy and flesh and blood are almost intertwined with the sword energy and sword intent.
Under the terrifying power of the sword formation that could destroy the heavens and the earth, Zhu Yan was unable to even reach Ji Yuan and was forced to do his best to protect himself.
Among them, there was one Zhu Yan whose demonic aura was as bright as the sword energy in the sword formation. Although his skin and flesh were constantly cut by the immortal sword, he always stood firm. Even at this moment, he continued to roar and attack the sword bodies.
"Roar-"
"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."
Every time Zhu Yan was injured, the demonic energy on his body would become more intense. Endless vitality and energy were surging in Zhu Yan's demonic body at this moment. Every injury would heal at an extremely fast speed. Although it was not as fast as the speed of being injured, the healing speed was also constantly accelerating.
This kind of healing could not completely eliminate the sword intent and sword energy remaining in the monster's body, but Zhu Yan seemed to let the sword energy rush around in his body, using his unimaginable vitality to resist it all.
Zhu Yan had already used up all the treasures he could get out of his body. Some of them were still trying their best to block the edge of the sword formation for their master, while others had already been completely destroyed and shattered by the edge of the sword formation.
And only when he is really about to be unable to bear it, Zhu Yan will do everything he can to shatter a phantom of a mountain, creating an explosion of equally terrifying power, or directly use a treasure to detonate the impact, so as to offset part of the power of the sword formation and buy himself even a brief moment of respite to adjust his body.
"Hey, hoo—Ji Yuan, you can't kill me—you can't kill me—"
Zhu Yan's bloody face looked hideous and terrifying. His eyes glared in the direction of Ji Yuan's true body and he let out a hoarse but terrifying roar.
“Puff…”
But the next moment, countless immortal swords swept past, and Zhu Yan's eyes suddenly exploded.
“Uh ah—hahahaha…hahahahaha…”
Zhu Yan covered his eyes while screaming, and some demon blood spurted out and wanted to fly back but was shattered by the sword light in an instant. However, Zhu Yan was still laughing, a laugh that was both miserable and mocking, as if he didn't care at all about his miserable situation at the moment.
Ji Yuan knew that Zhu Yan was pushing his own limits, from his physical body to his soul, from his demon essence to his vitality, from his treasures to his own original power, everything.
"Wuuuah - Ji Yuan, I won't let you go, I won't let you go -"
Zhu Yan has gone completely crazy at this moment. He doesn't even know if he can hold on. What Zuo Wuji, what Li Feng, what the way of heaven and earth, what playing chess to break the sky? He is now shrouded in endless anger and only thinks about one thing.
"I, Zhu Yan, will definitely kill Ji Yuan!"
Ji Yuan had already placed Zhu Yan at a very, very high level before, but now Zhu Yan's endurance and terrifying vitality still completely exceeded Ji Yuan's imagination.
But since Ji Yuan came to this world, he has often faced things stronger than himself. While his worldview collapsed time and time again, he was always shrouded in the pressure of the calamity of heaven and earth. It has become Ji Yuan's instinct to bear the pressure, and it has become Ji Yuan's nature to keep calm. Now he even cares less about himself and more about all living beings in the world.
Ji Yuan didn't even think about the possibility that Zhu Yan could hold on, nor did he think about the consequences he would face. He was even no longer thinking about the fact that he was fighting the enemy, but instead took this opportunity to think about the perfection of the sword formation.
Even though Zi Ling and Qingteng Sword have been together for many years and they share the same origin, the conception and development of the sword formation is not very long after all. To deduce the sword formation, what opportunity can be compared to this moment
Ji Yuan seemed to have split into two. Where his real body stood, he constantly mobilized his magic power and presided over the sword formation to strangle Zhu Yan. Outside of his real body, the Dharma image of heaven and earth was like a bystander, standing between heaven and earth, watching Ji Yuan respond calmly and watching Zhu Yan become furious.
Gradually, there was no other color between heaven and earth, except for Zhu Yan's red evil spirit containing vitality, and the only thing left was the endless destructive edge brought by the sword formation.
And in this pale extinction, some new colors actually began to evolve, the earth seemed to have come to life, and the sky seemed to have flowing rays of light...
This vitality was different from Zhu Yan's violent and violent vitality, and it seemed very gentle. This glow was different from Zhu Yan's exaggerated red evil spirit, and it seemed very agile. Many colors were even similar to Zhu Yan's current changes, but completely different. And there were more colors that Zhu Yan didn't have...
The blue is gentle, the green is lush, the red is bright like fire, the white rainbow is like the sun and the moon...
All kinds of changes also started from the four poles and evolved towards the center. There was no dazzling light wherever it passed. It was like a series of beautiful colors, sometimes alone as mist, and sometimes gathered into a flowing rainbow...
The pitch-black earth is also composed of a scroll, but this painting was not actually painted by Ji Yuan. Its real body is actually the Xiezhi scroll, but it was embellished by Ji Yuan.
From the discussion of the possible actions Zhu Yan might take to how to set the trap, to tying Zhu Yan up in the trap, and to Ji Yuan and Zhu Yan's subsequent responses, Xiezhi saw everything.
But at this moment, Xiezhi only felt frightened and even more palpitating. From ancient times to the present day, Xiezhi has never felt that anything is terrible and frightening to him. Even when he once faced the Great Golden Crow, who was known as the Demon King, although the strength gap was extremely large, the result was only a defeat or death.
But at this moment, Xiezhi's heart palpitated, or he truly felt what fear was. What he feared was not Zhu Yan, who was terrifying in such a desperate situation, but Ji Yuan, who had always been gentle and polite, believed in truth and goodness, and pursued his own immortal path.
Even at this point, Ji Yuan was still able to deduce the sword formation, and even made the sword formation evolve in this extremely short period of time to a change that would not occur in hundreds or thousands of years under normal circumstances...
How admirable and how terrifying this is. When Xiezhi looked at Ji Yuan, he felt like his hair stood on end, as if electric currents were running through his body.
Ji Yuan himself has no hostility towards Xiezhi, and Xiezhi cannot sense any hostility. Although the sword intent from the outside world is soaring into the sky, it is not aimed at Xiezhi.
The fear of the Xiezhi comes from the awe of Ji Yuan's desire to understand the Tao and the awe of Ji Yuan's understanding and changes of the Tao, just like the awe of the rules of heaven and earth themselves.
In the silent sword formation, the changes in colors became more and more random and unpredictable. Zhu Yan's roar already sounded a little hysterical. Although he was crazy, it did not mean that he had lost his mind. A more terrifying feeling was approaching, and he was very clear about this in his heart.
But Zhu Yan's eyes were already blind, and even if they recovered, they would explode immediately. His other five senses were also useless. Only his sixth sense made him understand that the end of the world was approaching. He could only vent his fear by roaring and cursing, and constantly mobilize more powerful magic in an attempt to fight back.
Just at this moment, Ji Yuan slowly exhaled a long breath, and all the murderous intent in the sword formation slowly faded away, and all the colors slowly dissipated, first returning to silence and paleness, and then even the sword intent and sword energy began to weaken.
“Ho…ho…ho…ho…ho…”
Zhu Yan was breathing hoarsely, his bloody mouth grinning on his face that was no longer intact.
“Hahahahaha… Hahahahaha—Ji Yuan, you can’t hold on any longer! Hahahaha—”
Zhu Yan laughed wildly in a hoarse voice, and his demonic energy suddenly surged. His body kept extending, and his flesh and blood kept recovering, as if all the previous attacks had no effect on him. Even his eyes were slowly recovering and met Ji Yuan's eyes in the distance.
At this moment, Zhu Yan, who was in ecstasy after surviving the calamity, was stunned. Ji Yuan was too calm. He could indeed feel that Ji Yuan's vitality was greatly damaged, but his pair of eyes, which were always as calm as an ancient well, seemed to be full of mockery at this moment.
"Is this enough?"
A faint voice came from Ji Yuan's mouth, as if asking someone.
Zhu Yan knew that Ji Yuan could not possibly be asking him, and Ji Yuan had never spoken to him in such a gentle tone.
'Who? Is there anyone else?'
“Hehehe… That’s enough!”
A hoarse voice with a hideous laugh suddenly came from under his feet. Zhu Yan looked down in horror, only to see that the dark ground had turned white, and a ferocious giant beast was crawling on it...
"Xiezhi? It's you!"
Amid Zhu Yan’s roar, the voice of Xiezhi also resounded through heaven and earth.
"It's too late to realize it now!"
The smoke-like evil aura had enveloped the sky and earth without anyone noticing. It turned out that the darkness actually originated from there, and now it had already merged into the formation.
A xiezhi on the scroll jumped out from the scroll and pounced on Zhu Yan amidst Zhu Yan's violent reaction, facing the strong demonic aura.
Ji Yuan has forced Zhu Yan into desperate situations several times, and has weakened him to this point. If his Xiezhi still cannot succeed, he might as well just kill himself with a piece of tofu.