F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 405 The Seventh Soul-Slaying Strike! I Use the Old Stele to Counterattack the Holy Lord

"Broken God Ridge".

Upon hearing this name, Chen Yifan felt the ring on his right finger burn again.

Six source cores were pressed into the ring space.

He doesn't jump fast.

But it's very heavy.

A series of static noises came from Bai Zhi's side.

"The coordinates were forcibly pushed away by the Holy Lord; I couldn't stop it."

"Chen Yifan, the records here are completely missing, with only two words left as a note."

Shenhou immediately stepped in.

"What notes?"

"Don't tell me it's another case of 'high-privilege overwriting.' I feel like punching someone whenever I hear those words."

Bai Zhi paused for half a second.

"Soul Severing".

The channel fell silent.

Shenhou's cursing also stopped.

Two breaths later, he spoke in a low voice.

"Chen Yifan, how about we hold off on this well for now?"

"The name 'Soul Slayer' doesn't sound like it was made for the living."

Chen Yifan raised his hand and pressed on the ring.

The Holy Lord opened the seventh well for him.

There must be something buried in there.

But the more the Holy Lord tried to make him hesitate, the less he could stop.

Six wells have been marked as temporary candidate wells.

The remaining six are still hanging on the Holy Church's energy supply chain.

The main battlefront cannot last long.

Chen Yifan stepped into the void rift.

"Bai Zhi, keep an eye on the six source cores."

"Shen Monkey".

Shenhou immediately responded.

"what?"

"Don't let the Holy Lord eat corpses."

Shenhou cursed on the spot.

Don't worry!

"If anyone dares to deliver takeout to them today, I'll flip the whole pot over!"

The void closed up.

The next moment, Chen Yifan landed in front of a broken mountain ridge.

Duanshenling does not have a complete mountain body.

The entire mountain range was cut in half, and the break was so flat it was unsettling.

Grayish-white mist seeped out from the mountain crevices.

When the mist falls on the rocks, tiny scratches immediately appear on the stone surface.

Chen Yifan had just taken a step forward when he heard a soft sound in his ear.

It's not the wind.

It was a knife mark scraping against the stone wall.

Bai Zhi's voice cut into the channel.

"The signal is unstable."

"There are remnants of a soul-slaying field from an ancient era inside the mountain, and communications may be cut off at any time."

Chen Yifan looked towards the entrance to the mountainside.

There were no transformed bodies of the Holy Church before the entrance.

There was no one to guard the altar.

Only a broken stone tablet remained, leaning against the rock wall.

The monument is incomplete, with the blade pointing downwards and embedded deep in the ground.

There is no dark green pollution above.

There are only a few gray and white lines.

Bai Zhi scans immediately.

"The source core of the seventh well is behind the monument."

"But there's a procedure for judging the inscription, so don't touch it rashly."

Shenhou's voice squeezed in from afar.

"What if it judges someone outside the boundary again?"

Chen Yifan walked up to the Broken Blade Stele.

"Then let it be judged."

The voice just fell.

The Broken Blade Stele trembled.

There is no light.

There were no psionic fluctuations.

Chen Yifan's mind suddenly went blank.

The next moment, Chen Xue's voice rang out from the depths of her mind.

"Brother, are you back?"

Chen Yifan stopped in his tracks.

There are no illusions before my eyes.

But the voice sounded too real.

Next up was Wang Shufen.

"Yifan, don't push yourself too hard. Mom doesn't need the money. Don't risk your life."

Wang Fugui's voice also squeezed in.

"Brother Fan, you go first, I can handle it!"

And Wang Qingyun.

"Don't look back, keep acting."

One after another.

All of it came from the softest spot in Chen Yifan's heart.

The Broken Blade Monument did not sever his body.

It was turning his thoughts around.

He dragged those he couldn't let go of, one by one, to the edge of the blade.

Bai Zhi's voice was intermittent.

"Chen Yifan... your mental state is unstable!"

"Don't let it get hold of your core concerns!"

Shenhou got anxious.

What is meant by "core concern"?

"Can this monument be used to check household registration records?"

No one replied to him.

Chen Yifan stood in front of the monument, his right knuckles clenched tightly.

Those sounds did not disappear.

Chen Xue was calling him.

Wang Shufen was waiting for him.

Wang Fugui is roaring.

Mu Wanqing, Su Qingxue, Wang Qingyun—familiar faces flashed through my mind.

The Broken Blade Stele cut through these attachments, forcing him to examine every vulnerable spot.

Chen Yifan pressed his tongue against the taste of blood.

"Have you flipped through enough?"

On the broken blade monument, the first gray-white line lit up.

Those with attachments find it difficult to remain calm and focused.

Chen Yifan raised his hand and pressed it against the surface of the monument.

"One only stays when there is something to care about."

"What's the point of guarding something when you have nothing?"

boom!

The first Soul-Slaying Blade Intent descended.

Chen Yifan did not move.

A loud bang erupted in his mind.

A shallow mark was cleaved into the outer layer of the Purple Gold Pagoda.

The pain rose up from the depths of my soul.

Chen Yifan's arm veins bulged, and cracks appeared on the stone surface beneath his feet.

Bai Zhi's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"The first cut was just a test!"

"It's testing the capacity of your soul!"

A crashing sound came from Shenhou's side.

He hit and cursed at the same time.

"Are these the kind of tests you take?"

"The tests for people from the previous era were way too rigorous!"

The second line on the Broken Blade Stele lit up.

Those destined for the outer realms shall not enter the sealed well.

The second strike landed.

Within Chen Yifan's sea of ​​consciousness, the pagoda was struck again.

This time, the sword intent bypassed the tower and went straight into the depths of the heart palace.

Chen Xue is there.

I have a home.

There are things he has fought his way to this point and still hasn't lost.

Chen Yifan raised his hand and pressed it against his temple, and the ring flashed.

The golden pagoda suddenly pressed down.

"go back."

The sword intent was forced back outside the tower, grinding a crack into the eaves.

Chen Yifan tasted blood in his throat.

He didn't vomit.

He took another step forward in front of the Broken Blade Monument.

"continue."

Bai Zhi spoke urgently.

"Don't try to take it head-on!"

"This monument severs thoughts; if you take too many, it will shatter your ego!"

Chen Yifan did not back down.

"It wants to see if I can carry it."

"Then show it to it."

When the third line lit up, the six source cores in the ring space suddenly vibrated simultaneously.

This time, it wasn't a gray heartbeat.

Dark green threads emerged from the edge of the source core and climbed up Chen Yifan's right arm.

Bai Zhi immediately noticed the anomaly.

"wrong!"

"The Emperor has made his move!"

"There are even deeper remnants beyond the six source cores; they've been hidden beneath the old well's access level!"

The monkey roared angrily.

"Did it launch another sneak attack?"

From the Sky Battlefield, the Holy Lord's laughter filled the channel.

"You dare to be distracted in front of the Soul-Slaying Monument."

"Chen Yifan, do you really think the Six Ancient Hearts have accepted you?"

The dark green thread pierced Chen Yifan's wrist.

The heartbeats of the six source cores began to malfunction.

Grayish-white patterns and dark green pollution tear each other apart within the ring space.

Chen Yifan's shoulders slumped.

The third Soul-Slaying Blade Intent landed just then.

boom!

The sea of ​​consciousness trembled.

The Purple Gold Pagoda was struck and fell downwards.

The cracks in the tower are widening.

Bai Zhi tapped quickly.

"Disconnect the source kernel!"

"You are currently caught between the Old Monument's test and the Holy Lord's backlash!"

Shenhou got anxious too.

"Chen Yifan, don't be reckless!"

"Get out of here first, I'll hold out a little longer!"

Chen Yifan looked down at the dark green silk thread on his wrist.

The Holy Lord is well hidden.

After the first two layers were stolen, one was left connected to the bottom of the source core permissions.

This line is usually stationary.

He only came out to bite after he was suppressed by the Soul-Slaying Monument.

A clever plan.

Chen Yifan raised his right hand.

"Bai Zhi, help me mark the base of the remaining thread."

Bai Zhi was stunned for a moment.

"You're still going to steal?"

"It's now showing itself on its own."

Chen Yifan pressed his hand on the ring, his voice slightly hoarse.

"We won't waste what's delivered to our door."

Shenhou immediately perked up.

"Yes, let's get it!"

"It's already stretched its neck out, might as well chop it off!"

The Holy Lord's voice deepened.

"You dare?"

Chen Yifan did not answer.

He voluntarily released the pressure to control the contamination of his right arm.

The dark green threads instantly surged, drilling along the meridians into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Bai Zhi's voice became urgent.

"You put it in?"

"Chen Yifan, are you crazy?"

"He's not crazy."

Chen Yifan looked up at the Broken Blade Stele.

"Let them line up to be stabbed."

The fourth Soul-Slaying Blade Intent descended.

The dark green thread had just reached the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness when it collided head-on with the gray-white sword intent.

boom!

The Holy Lord's remaining thread was cut in half.

Outside the crack in the sky, the Holy Lord let out a low roar.

Shenhou laughed wildly.

"Hahaha!"

"Are you going to line up and get beaten up yourself?"

The fifth strike followed immediately.

Chen Yifan did not stop him this time.

The Purple Gold Pagoda proactively opened one of its doors, drawing the Soul-Slaying Blade Intent into the pagoda's body.

The purple-gold patterns inside the tower were scraped by the blade's intent, and a large amount of messy spiritual residue was removed.

The pain directly filled my consciousness.

Chen Yifan swayed slightly, his palm pressed firmly against the broken blade monument.

Bai Zhi stared at the data, her voice changing.

"Your mental strength is decreasing... No, that's not right."

"The impurities have been removed."

"Team cohesion is rising!"

Shenhou couldn't understand, but that didn't stop him from getting excited.

"Translate this!"

Bai Zhi responded quickly.

"He's using the Zanpakuto to hone his spiritual power!"

Shenhou remained silent for a second.

"...This works?"

The sixth strike landed.

The Holy Lord's remaining thread wants to retreat.

Chen Yifan clasped his five fingers together.

The theft of all things is activated.

"You think you can just leave after you've come all this way?"

The ring is getting hot.

The dark green silk thread was forcibly locked.

The sixth Soul-Slaying Blade Intent cleaved into the sea of ​​consciousness, cutting directly onto the remnant line of the Holy Lord along the channel that Chen Yifan had deliberately left open.

click!

Most of the remaining wire broke.

A roar of uncontrollable pain came from the Holy Lord's side.

On the front lines, Yin Hu seized the opportunity and smashed the high-level external cultivator blocking his way back into the rift with a single punch.

The ox pushed forward through the gap.

Wu Ma, dragging his injured leg, kicked the two remains of the heretics into the incineration array.

Shenhou swung his stick and smashed a clearing, then shouted at the crack.

"You opened the seventh well yourself, and now you're getting the seventh cut. Does that feel good?"

The Holy Lord did not respond.

On the Broken Blade Stele, the seventh line slowly lit up.

This time, the entire monument began to shake.

Bai Zhi slowed down her speech.

"The seventh cut is different."

"The first six cuts are the assessment."

"The seventh strike will sever the core consciousness."

Shenhou's voice deepened.

"Chen Yifan, if you can't hold on, then retreat."

Chen Yifan raised his hand to wipe away the blood under his nose.

The Purple Gold Pagoda hangs in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The outer layer is covered with cracks.

Inside the tower, however, several gray and white lines appeared.

Those patterns do not belong to the Holy Lord.

It is not part of the world engine either.

They come from the Broken Blade Monument, from the remnants of the Soul-Slaying Will of the previous era.

Chen Yifan gripped the ring tightly.

"White Gardenia".

"exist."

"Location of the source core of the seventh well."

"Seven feet behind the monument, in the deepest part of the mountain."

"The source core has been nailed down by the Holy Lord's borrowed qualification. Remove the qualification, but do not uproot the old well's foundation."

Chen Yifan took a step forward, his forehead almost touching the Broken Blade Stele.

"clear."

The seventh strike landed.

The strike was silent.

Within Chen Yifan's sea of ​​consciousness, the Purple Gold Pagoda was pierced from top to bottom by the blade light.

The tower has cracked.

The uterus trembled violently.

Chen Yifan's vision went black for a moment, and his right knee slammed into the ground.

Bai Zhi's voice cut off for a moment on the channel.

The monkey is roaring.

"Chen Yifan!"

The Holy Lord finally smiled.

"A person from outside the realm dares to accept the blade that seals the well?"

Chen Yifan knelt before the broken blade monument, his right hand still pressing against the surface of the monument.

Within the cracks in the tower, dark green residual lines took the opportunity to drill towards the core.

The next second, the gray and white patterns inside the pagoda lit up.

The seventh strike did not destroy the pagoda.

It is embedded into the tower body, transforming into a new tower pattern.

The purple-gold light was forced out again from the crack.

The dark green remnant lines were stuck between the tower patterns.

Chen Yifan raised his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Got you?"

The Lord's laughter stopped abruptly.

The theft of all things is activated.

Target locked.

The Holy Lord's right to borrow the Seventh Well.

The ring emitted a burning sensation.

Chen Yifan felt a scraping pain coming from the bones of his entire right arm.

Behind the Broken Blade Stele, a heartbeat could be heard deep within the mountain.

Boom!

The monument cracked.

Boom!

The grayish-white mist rolled back onto the mountain.

Boom!

A grayish-white source core emerged from behind the monument, its outer layer wrapped with dark green nail patterns.

Chen Yifan reached out and grabbed it.

The Lord's roar pressed in from outside the crack.

"Let go!"

Chen Yifan tightened his grip.

"What's your hurry?"

"This isn't your house."

The ring flashed.

The dark green nail pattern was uprooted.

Outside the crack in the sky, a section of the Holy Lord's remnant soul suddenly collapsed.

The dark green tide on the main battlefield has receded by half.

Shenhou laughed until his voice became hoarse.

"The seventh one!"

"You cleared the way very well, keep it up next time!"

A notification popped up on Bai Zhi's side.

[Power supply interrupted for frame-07.]

Seven of the twelve wells have been recovered.

The main energy supply efficiency has dropped to 37 percent.

The temporary well's primary candidate marker is stable.

Chen Yifan pressed the seventh core into the ring space.

All seven source cores pulsated simultaneously.

This time, the ring space did not crack.

Grayish-white lines spread down his right arm toward his chest.

Just as Chen Yifan stood up, a crisp sound suddenly came from deep within his sternum.

Click.

It's not a broken bone.

A shackle that had long been broken but still remained within the body shattered completely.

The monitoring data for Bai Zhi suddenly turned red.

"Chen Yifan!"

"Your genetic lock remnant...the first layer has completely collapsed!"

Chen Yifan lowered his head and stopped moving.

A new power surged from deep within my body.

There was no outburst.

There was no expansion.

It travels upwards along the bones and eventually flows into the sea of ​​consciousness.

At the top of the Purple Gold Pagoda, the gray-white knife mark was fully formed.

Chen Yifan raised his hand and pressed it against his chest.

Before they could investigate further, a deeper heartbeat suddenly came from below Broken God Ridge.

thump.

It's not the seventh well.

It's located further away.

The levels are deeper.

The map over Bai Zhi's side automatically unfolded.

Large areas of desert are marked with red dots.

She kept her voice very low.

"Well No. 8 has awakened."

Shenhou immediately pressed for more information.

"What kind of weird place is this now?"

Bai Zhi stared at the fluctuating coordinates, her breathing becoming erratic.

"Underneath the vast desert."

"At the center of the coordinates... there is the skeleton of a giant beast that is turning over."

The next second, Wang Qingyun's voice came through the channel.

"Chen Yifan, don't go yet."

"The person buried beneath the eighth well is not the well keeper."

"They were gods who were killed by them in the previous era."