I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night
Chapter 607 - 365: The Calamity that Spans the River of Years! _2

Chapter 607: Chapter 365: The Calamity that Spans the River of Years! _2

But Lin Yan’s eyes were filled with coldness.

The deputy commander’s pupils contracted, and his blood-filled mouth seemed to want to utter a faint sound.

But Lin Yan tightly choked him, preventing him from speaking.

With a crackling sound!

Five Mountains Dragon Capture!

Lin Yan directly shattered half of his face.

His palm reached over and crushed the entire head.

He thought of these chaotic Divine Text sequences.

Why do these sequences need to be disrupted?

Why do different Divine Spirits need to inscribe different Divine Texts?

Perhaps... there’s no need to speak it out; as long as one recites its venerate title in their heart, it will invoke the legendary catastrophe!

"..."

The atmosphere in the scene was frozen to the extreme.

Everyone looked at each other, their breath held tight.

The Saint Master killed the deputy commander of Yuan Shan City’s Observatory!

No chance for the other to open his mouth!

Seemingly without definitive evidence!

"..."

The contemporary commander of Yuan Shan City had a face full of indecision and spoke in a low voice: "Saint Master, you..."

"I know, even as the Saint Master of the Human Clan, one cannot kill recklessly without cause, without evidence, and without giving a chance to explain!"

Lin Yan calmly said, "Regarding this matter, the Holy Land and the Prefecture City will give you an explanation! However, I couldn’t give him any chance to explain!"

"Why?"

The Great City Guard’s expression shifted slightly, speaking lowly: "Are you sure he was the Tribulation Ash? And why silence him?"

Lin Yan sheathed his sword, sealed Chen Long’s corpse with a gesture, and said lightly: "The previous generation Tribulation Burning Sect Leader can be abandoned! The next generation Tribulation Burning Sect Leader can still be abandoned!"

"Everyone knows that Chen Long could not be my opponent!"

"Yet he still came to Yuan Shan City to die!"

"On the surface, he just passed through Yuan Shan City, but in truth, he was here for this moment!"

Lin Yan took Chen Long’s head, placed it on the body, and said: "Forget what you just witnessed, for it will bring disaster to destroy Yuan Shan City!"

"Do you mean, the traces left after the Divine Power was drained?"

The commander of Yuan Shan City whispered: "Those Divine Texts will bring calamity? So you stopped him from reciting the Divine Texts?"

Lin Yan nodded slightly.

The commander of Yuan Shan City had a face of changes, whispering: "He was the only one among us who had some understanding of Divine Texts. It was normal for him to attempt interpretation when Divine Texts appeared. By killing him like this, is it..."

"Is it too hasty?"

Lin Yan slowly said: "The traces of Divine Power in Chen Long’s body come from different Divine Spirits, scattered across his organs, intestines, and bones in a disordered manner."

He paused for a moment and then slowly said: "But how could he know the sequence?"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s faces changed.

"That thunder just now was a sign of disaster!"

"It proves that in his heart, he had already arranged the sequence completely, invoking disaster."

"If he spoke it out, disaster would descend!"

After pausing for a moment, Lin Yan said in a deep voice: "The moment he opened his mouth, my heart was filled with unease..."

Perhaps this is what is meant by the Great Luck of the Human Clan!

Everyone fell into silence, looking at the corpse on the ground.

The Great City Guard had a face full of changes, speaking lowly: "The temple priests of Yuan Shan City’s temple were not invited here, and it seems I understand!"

The temple priests of each city, more or less, have delved into the ancient Divine Texts and thus practiced their Divine Arts!

They recognize these Divine Texts, so they cannot be allowed to see the Divine Texts.

But now, several high-ranking members of Yuan Shan City have seen the Divine Texts.

"Either die! Or... request the Holy Land to send an oath, to never learn the Divine Texts for eternity!"

The commander of the Observatory in Yuan Shan City said gravely.

——

North of Taixuan Divine Mountain.

Demon Domain.

Duke Wei Ling is a Ghost God of the Netherworld, ranked higher than Marquis Lingyou.

He is a Ghost God who came from the true Netherworld to the Mortal World.

He also saw the upheaval south of Taixuan Divine Mountain.

"As expected of the place of great luck for the Human Clan; such a catastrophe could have wiped out Yuan Shan City, yet it was dissolved effortlessly."

"What kind of catastrophe is this? Thousands of miles apart, separated by this Taixuan Divine Mountain, yet it can exert such a huge intimidation?" A thunder crashed, a gaze descending from the sky.

"This catastrophe once annihilated the Three Great Saint Masters, leading to the destruction of the Three Great Holy Lands, giving rise to the current Demon Domain."

Duke Wei Ling sighed: "That time-spanning disaster, as long as there is life in the Mortal World reciting it in their heart, disaster shows signs... If recited aloud, disaster will descend!"

Taiyin Thunder Envoy said in a deep voice: "Is that the boundary you personally guard, preventing any evil from approaching?"

"I cannot give you a definite answer."

Duke Wei Ling slowly said: "Over the years, I have been guarding there, contaminated with too much Qi Mechanism... If I give you too clear a direction, even if it doesn’t invoke disaster, this Ghost God body of mine will absorb misfortune!"

"How exactly is this disaster born?"

Taiyin Thunder Envoy said: "There’s no strong Qi Mechanism there, no hidden Divine Power, and no Divine Weapon that can assassinate the Saint Master..."

"It is a disaster that even ordinary people can trigger!"

Duke Wei Ling said: "But to set up this disaster, nine Ancient Old Gods, each left behind a Divine Text in different sequences!"

"The Divine Texts are necessarily disordered, so the presence of the nine Divine Texts did not invoke the descent of disaster."

"But as long as someone, following a predetermined sequence, strings together these nine Divine Texts, disaster will descend."

"But the great luck of the Human Clan is truly extraordinary."