Strengthen The Descendants, My Descendants Are All Immortal World Bosses

Chapter 513: Harming Others Will Ultimately Harm Yourself, Long Aotian Dies!

Feng E didn't think too much about it. In her opinion, it was nothing more than searching for the true demonic god's life-bound flying sword from this vast sea of swords. Although it was like finding a needle in a haystack, the test was nothing more than perseverance and a significant amount of time.

Her thoughts were not much different from Long Aotian's before, but she also had some caution. After all, this was the Mountain of the Demonic Gods, where great opportunities were accompanied by great dangers.

However, no matter what, Feng E never expected such a drastic change to occur.

Clang!

With a crisp sword cry, just like Long Aotian before, when she drew her long sword from the ground, the billions of flying swords around her simultaneously emitted a resounding sword chant, rising into the air one after another. The sword tips pointed at her, and the terrifying pressure of the heavenly sword almost made the world change color. The densely packed sword rain covered the sky, obscuring the view above, and filled the entire area.

This sudden change made Feng E momentarily stunned and dumbfounded.

On the other hand, Long Aotian beside her had a face full of ecstasy. His divine sense instantly spread out like a blanket covering the sky, as he wanted to take advantage of the activation of the billions of sword rain to find the true life-bound flying sword of the demonic god.

At this moment, the target of the billions of sword rain was Feng E, so he had no pressure at all.

"What a pity... such a beautiful woman!"

Long Aotian sighed with regret in his heart.

To be honest, he did like Feng E very much, but it was only her beauty that he coveted, nothing more.

Originally, he wanted to use the Soul-Capturing Powder to completely capture this proud woman, but compared to the life-bound flying sword of the demonic god, what was a woman? She could be completely discarded.

If he obtained the demonic god's life-bound flying sword, the Dragon Race would not need the assistance of the Phoenix Clan at all. They could completely surpass all the other races and become the true overlords!

He could also reclaim all the humiliation that Qin Qipeng had given him.

A hundred times, a hundred times!

Crazy hatred and greed flickered in Long Aotian's eyes as his divine sense frantically searched through the sword rain, trying to find the most special one among them.

Each of these billions of spirit swords was an extraordinary Law Treasure, and there were even Rank Seven and Rank Eight spirit swords among them. It was unknown where the demonic god had obtained so many treasures. If he could take them all back, it would be a fortune.

But Long Aotian also understood that this was purely wishful thinking. If he could find the demonic god's life-bound flying sword, he would already be satisfied.

After these spirit swords were pulled out of the Sword Mountain, the seals on them were also released, and they burst forth with their original brilliance. At this moment, the Sword Mountain was dazzling with spiritual light, almost blinding people's eyes.

Feng E's face turned pale, trembling under the overwhelming Sword Intent. Suddenly, she realized that she wanted to insert her long sword back into its original place.

But her actions were obviously too late.

The billions of spirit swords had completely locked onto their target. With a buzzing sword cry, they rushed towards Feng E in a frenzy, shooting towards her in an instant, about to pierce her completely.

Feng E's beautiful eyes widened in shock, feeling an incomparable despair.

With so many spirit swords shooting at her, even if the strongest Mahayana Stage ancestor in the clan came, they would have to suffer a bitter defeat.

Am I... going to die?

At this moment, she also realized that she had been tricked by Long Aotian.

Countless scenes flashed through Feng E's eyes. There was her mother's gentle smile when she was still ignorant, her father teaching her cultivation step by step when she was learning to walk, and the first time she transformed, staring at her own appearance in the mirror for a whole day...

Various scenes passed by, but at this moment, they were like fleeting clouds.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Feng E's mouth as she murmured softly, "Father, Mother, your child will take a step ahead..."

In the void, Qin Changqing's gaze flickered as he stared at the restless billions of spirit swords, feeling the increasingly excited Innate Sword Embryo within him. He suddenly understood that what made the Innate Sword Embryo so excited was hidden here.

His gaze swept across Feng E's beautiful and sorrowful face, and Qin Changqing shook his head with a click of his tongue.

It is indeed a pity that such a beauty has met such a tragic end.

Throughout his life, Qin Changqing had many hobbies, but his favorite was always beautiful women!

He also had a favorable impression of this young master of the Phoenix Clan. How could he bear to watch such a stunning woman disappear before his eyes? After some thought, he instantly appeared and swept his sleeve.

The Phoenix Lady in front of him instantly disappeared from her original position and was sent into the system space.

Qin Changqing was also conducting an experiment. If the Phoenix Lady could be locked in the system space, then he would be helpless and have to give up. He couldn't disregard his own safety for a stranger.

To be honest, facing this torrential rain of billions of swords, he also felt a fatal threat. It was no wonder that the Demon God who once dominated the Beast Realm had such great skills.

He couldn't figure out how to deal with this torrential rain of billions of swords.

After all, the curse function of the system had little effect on these Law Treasure spirit swords.

But the power of the system obviously didn't disappoint him.

After the disappearance of the Phoenix Lady, the torrential rain of billions of swords suddenly froze in mid-air, then began to spin in place as if it had lost its target, appearing restless and confused about what had happened.

Soon, the torrential rain of billions of swords slowly turned its heads and pointed towards Long Aotian, who was excitedly searching for his own flying sword, the lifeblood of a Demon God, as the only living being on the Sword Mountain.

"Hmm?"

Long Aotian suddenly felt a terrifying pressure overwhelming him. His smile froze on his face as he slowly looked up, his eyes widening in astonishment and panic.

What's going on?

Why are they all coming towards me?

Where is the Phoenix Lady?

He turned his head to look, but where the Phoenix Lady had been, there was nothing but emptiness. Her figure was nowhere to be found.

Could it be that the torrential rain of billions of swords had already killed the Phoenix Lady?

How could there not even be a corpse left?

No matter how powerful this sword rain was, it couldn't completely obliterate a living person, right?

However, the torrential rain of billions of swords would not give him any time to think. Buzzing and trembling, it descended upon him, condensing into a towering sword that ruthlessly stabbed towards Long Aotian.

"No—"

Long Aotian's eyes were about to burst as he let out a earth-shattering roar. In an instant, he transformed into a huge black dragon, attempting to escape.

But he forgot that he had previously set up a formation around him, originally to prevent the Phoenix Lady from escaping and buy himself some time, while also blocking the observation from the outside world. Who would have thought that it would become a trap for himself at this moment, making it impossible for him to escape.

At this moment, it was already too late for him to retrieve the formation flag.

Of course, even without the formation blocking him, he wouldn't be able to escape being locked onto by the torrential rain of billions of swords.

Boom!

The enormous sword plunged down, forcefully suppressing Long Aotian into the ground. The massive dragon body was riddled with holes. Under such power, whether it was the Dragon Race or the Phoenix Clan, even immortals would fall.

Long Aotian died a tragic death in an instant, his divine soul completely extinguished, dissipating into the heavens and earth.

Immediately, the giant sword once again split into a torrential rain of billions of swords, floating back to its original position. The Sword Mountain fell into silence once again, as if nothing had happened, except for the enormous dragon corpse lying there, indicating everything that had just occurred.