Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

In the midst of a vibrating blood sea, it was like boiling hot water, constantly agitating.

Swelling bubbles on the surface of the blood sea continually surged, boiling out strands of black Celestial Demon Qi. Each enormous bubble, like lumps on a toad’s back, intensely rolled from within the blood sea, as if something terrifying was being nurtured inside, gradually being born over time.

The scent of sulfur grew ever stronger, as if dwelling in hell, stirring up surging Blood Evil Qi. The killing intent permeating the air nearly materialized, suffocating, almost filling the entire space.

The entire world seemed shrouded in this dreadful killing intention.

Transforming this place into a fearsome field of death and slaughter.

At this moment, Zheng Yi’s pupils suddenly constricted, as if communicating with the abyss of the Nine Netherworld Hell, revealing unimaginable profundity. His expression was taut, his eyes unblinking, gazing at the core of the Incense Fire Dharma Realm where the boiling blood sea lay, seemingly afraid of missing any detail.

What was being nurtured within was exactly what Zheng Yi anticipated.

With the Seven Kills Residual Thoughts contained in the Seven Kills Stele, and the Celestial Demon Blood Transformation Divine Saber, using the Heaven-Cutting Vine as a bridge, completely refining it, a fearsome Slaughter Demon Soldier was about to be born.

Such an exciting moment, even he could not completely maintain a calm demeanor.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

It was as if the void had cracked open, a tremendous killing intent first flooded out, causing the whole space to shake violently, as if unable to bear such terrifying slaughter conception.

If this place weren’t within the Incense Fire Dharma Realm, constrained by the belief of millions of people, with the Power of Incense, it’d likely split space, escaping to someplace unknown.

First, a blood-red sword light shot skyward, that blossoming sword light continually enlarging in eyes, carrying piercing killing intent, like Death’s swinging scythe, the dreadful death aura cutting through the space, giving an impression of imminent decapitation.

Closely following, another black sword light soared, that sword light equally undiminished, the fearful death aura almost solidified, forming an Innate Domain of the Sword Dao, absolutely controlling everything surrounding.

In space, it drew a circle, that terrifying power of death able to directly break through heaven and earth, slaughtering all life in sight.

All living beings serve to nurture humanity, humanity gives nothing to the heavens in return.

Slay, slay, slay, slay, slay, slay, slay!

A total of seven blood-red characters, all striking the heart with their murderous intention.

Distinctly carved into these black and red swords.

Deep into the sword body, spreading like blood vessels, as if the god within the sword, filling these sword bodies with invisible Power of the Seven Kills Origin, symbolizing the terrifying majesty of peerless Slaughter Divine Weapons.

Zheng Yi’s gaze flickered, and his eyes shone brightly, at this moment, his spirit was highly anxious, even as the Master of Forging, he felt completely different power from these two deathly long swords.

It was a scent of rebelliousness and boundless slaughter.

Even he, the Sword Lord, would be countered if he couldn’t subjugate them.

Becoming the first sacrifice of blood for these two Seven Killings Swords.

Indeed, Zheng Yi succeeded.

The Heaven-Cutting Dao contained within the Heaven-Cutting Vine was extraordinary.

Using it as a bridge, Zheng Yi extracted the Seven Kills Residual Thoughts from the Seven Kills Stele, forcibly imprinting them in the two Celestial Demon Blood Transformation Divine Sabers, further transforming them into Slaughter Divine Weapons.

Thus, on these black and red swords, no other patterns remained, only the seven characters of killing.

Whether blade or sword, it’s mere external form, its core essence is a Demon Dao Divine Soldier of warfare.

Its sharpness easily capable of slaying any strong individual, be it the Dragon Monarch of the Nascent Soul Stage with a fortified body, if faced with these two Demon Soldiers, no scale of any strength could withstand these fearsome long sword’s slashes.

Abi!

Yuan Tu!

Inexplicably, these two names arose in Zheng Yi’s mind, their implication fitting these black and red slaughter swords well.

They represented various layers.

Without exaggeration, under the Seven Kills Residual Thoughts, the third form of the Divine Weapon finally unlocked, birthing two swords, the Abi Sword and Yuan Tu Sword, exemplifying hell and death, undoubtedly enhancing Zheng Yi’s capabilities further.

Zheng Yi attempted to communicate with these two swords, but whether Abi or Yuan Tu, from the sword bodies emanated strong repulsive sentiment, the sword bodies’ killing intent too intense, even beginning to counter its master.

"Indeed, no longer obeying commands."

"Seems over-forging a treasure isn’t necessarily a good thing..."

Looking at the two swords suspended in the sky, radiating boundless slaughter domains, Zheng Yi coldly chuckled.

"Yet weapons are merely weapons, if they can’t be used by people, there’s no reason to keep you around?"

As his words descended, the entire Incense Fire Dharma Realm shifted like star shifting, amidst the sky-wide flame aura, a colossal hand eclipsing the sky descended with ambiguous divine inscriptions.

The terrifying pressure, like Power of the World gathering, each of the five fingers breaking through the void, stretching across the world, encompassing the two massive Slaughter Divine Weapons fiercely.

"Clang!"

The Abi Sword soared into the sky, unleashing a dazzling blood light, closely followed by the Yuan Tu Sword releasing overwhelming Demonic Qi, one black, one red, stirring a river of slaughter as they merged and shot upward.

Rushing toward the outstretched hand of the Yin Celestial Monarch’s Dharma Body.

A newborn calf is unafraid of the tiger.

Even when faced with the suppression from the entire Incense World, they dared to resist, ready to see Sword Dao perish and the world collapse.

Boom.

The enormous hand of the Yin Celestial Monarch’s Dharma Body descended first, pressing down ferociously. Even though they were two mighty Slaughter Demon Soldiers, their Sword Qi River was affected significantly, having originated in Zheng Yi’s hands, and were further confined within the Incense Fire Dharma Realm, weighed down by the invisible Power of the World combined with the Power of Incense of a million souls, crushing them in the center, unable to move or tremble.

Clang clang clang!

Clang!

Clang!

A fierce metallic clashing echoed in the void, and one after another, trembling chains of metal sounded frantically, forming from the invisible Dharma Realm, countless strands of incense coalesced into black chains like furious dragons, as thick as mountains, tightly entwining the blood-red Abi Sword and the black Yuan Tu Sword in the void.

The chains imposed the rules of incense and oppression, emulating the mighty Prison Guardian of the Nine Netherworld, binding them as if tying down two soaring flood dragons.

"Refining Platform, rise with incense, assist me in refining the Magical Artifacts!"

Zheng Yi shouted, and suddenly, beneath the Abi Sword and Yuan Tu Sword, without any visible fuel, a brilliant flame ignited in the void, a fire unlike any ordinary flame but a Spiritual Flame forged from the belief of millions.

Under Zheng Yi’s control, it fiercely scorched the two Slaughter Demon Swords, refining their impurities, and fully subduing their spirits.

The chains continually vibrated, entangling persistently, as the two Abi and Yuan Tu swords struggled vehemently, their power strong enough to shake space. Yet, they were bound by invisible spiritual chains, subjected to the refining by the million incense Spiritual Flame.

Zheng Yi sat cross-legged in the void, directly facing the Abi Sword and the Yuan Tu Sword, continuously chanting blood curses, slowly re-refining these two Demon Swords.

Up, down, left, right, within the void, silence reigned, with only the crackling sound of the million incense Spiritual Flame burning.

Time passed, yet how long had truly elapsed remained unknown.

Until half a year later, Zheng Yi suddenly opened his eyes, exhaling a long breath, with a hint of blood appearing on his pale face.

Spending a full six months, under the suppression of the Incense Fire Dharma Realm, with the aid of a million belief flames, he finally managed to re-forge these two Slaughter Swords into his lifeblood, truly no easy feat.

"The Slaughter Demon Swords, while indeed fierce, their excessive slaughter dishonors heaven’s harmony, and are extremely challenging to tame."

"If I didn’t hold the advantageous position of timing and location, relying on the Yin Celestial Monarch’s supreme incense rules and methods to suppress, taming these two Demon Swords would not have been easy..."

Above the void, Zheng Yi slowly stood, gazing at the two Demon Swords, nodding with satisfaction.

"Yuan Tu, Abi, since you have been consecrated, why not promptly return to your positions?"

Zheng Yi coldly snorted and spoke.

He heard the void tremble, chains vanishing.

"Clang!" Two dragon roars pierced the void.

The Abi Sword and Yuan Tu Sword, like tamed wolves, slashed through the rivers of Sword Qi.

Swish swish swish!

They came before him.

Though still suspended in the void, their terrifying slaughter intent continued to swirl; seven blood-red twisted ghost talisman-like "kill" characters shimmered continuously on their sword bodies, surrounding and radiating unimaginable sharpness.

Zheng Yi’s eye twitched, personally facing these two mighty Slaughter Demon Soldiers, even as their Master of Forging, he could feel the blinding sharpness of the sword like it wanted to tear apart his body and soul.

But the Demon Swords were tamed after all; for him, this slight harm was not insurmountable.

He extended his hand, slowly grasping the hilts of the two swords.

Swish swish!

Holding the two long swords, engraved with depictions of hell on the hilt, while on the sword body, gray and hazy flowing light, and seven terrifying "kill" incantations surged, even under sunlight, no brightness appeared, looking like a mass of black hole-like material in flow.

However, this touch of ashen meaning represented the Power of Death, with the death aura pervading the air, seemingly trying to freeze the entire space.

It carried a decaying scent from the end of the Yellow Springs, symbolizing the end of all death.

Among all life forms Zheng Yi had ever seen, no creatures, no strong ones, no existences had ever escaped death.

Thus, in his current concept, this hell represented the cessation of life.

The power contained within was even more terrifying like a tide; as the Power of Death descended, all life couldn’t resist.

Without a doubt, these two death blades formed in the third state, Abi and Yuan Tu, embodied death and slaughter.

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