On the Avenue.

Chapter 231 The Third Creation, Nightmare Wood
The fortune teller was quite surprised and looked Chen Shi up and down: "You also know the young master? Who are you?"

The young master has a lot of properties under his name, including three or four in Niandu alone, and he doesn't want to offend his own people.

Chen Shi gently stroked the blade of the Youquan Youlong Sword. The young dragon in the sword swam along with his fingertips, and seemed to be very interested in his fingertips.

"The lady from Yanzhi Lane in Yudu, the Master Du from Happy Forest, Aunt Xue from Hongniang Club, and Shopkeeper Qiu from Mingfeng Pavilion."

Chen Shi smiled and said, "They all died in my hands. You are the fortune teller of Banshan Sect. Come and tell me how your fortune is today. I'll see if it's accurate."

The fortune teller's face changed slightly, and an abacus appeared in the hand of the Nascent Soul behind his head.

The abacus is very delicate, only about one inch and a half in size, but the ninety-one beads are clearly visible.

The most peculiar thing is that each abacus bead has a different talisman imprint on it, with five talismans engraved on each side, corresponding to the five elements.

The middle of the bead wheel is even more complicated, with as many as eight kinds of talismans engraved on it, corresponding to the eight trigrams.

The abacus itself is also engraved with various strange talisman patterns, outlined with gold thread mixed with cinnabar. The exquisite craftsmanship is breathtaking.

Just one bead on this abacus is probably worth hundreds of taels of silver!

This kind of ingenious craftsmanship must be the work of either Bailian Hall or Luban School!

"I'll let you tell fortunes, and you'll count the money."

Chen Shi snorted, stepped forward and stabbed his sword finger out with a "swish" sound.

The fortune teller heard the sound of air exploding. The Youquan Youlong Sword was right in front of him. He turned his head to avoid it and used his Nascent Soul to raise the abacus to fight against the Youlong Sword.

"Escaped!"

He widened his eyes, watching the Youlong Sword turn into a ray of cold light and fly past him, his heart filled with joy.

Chen Shi's sword was too fast and his life was hanging by a thread. Fortunately, his neck was strong and he turned his head in time, otherwise this blow would have taken his life!
However, he reacted too quickly, causing his abacus to fly out at the wrong time and fail to meet Chen Shi's sword.

At this moment, the power of the abacus beads began to be stimulated, the talismans of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, etc. on the surface lit up, the hexagrams of Qiankun, wind and thunder also rotated, and the abacus beads grew rapidly.

The power of this talisman weapon is extremely great. After it is sacrificed, the power of the multiple talismans on the ninety-one abacus beads is superimposed, the five elements complement each other, the power increases dramatically, and with the help of the Bagua talisman, the power is even greater.

In addition, the five elements counteract each other. If the enemy is too powerful, you can use the abacus beads to trap the enemy, use the eight trigrams to restrain him from the outside, and explode the five elements from the inside, and the enemy will often be smashed to pieces!

His abacus has as many as one hundred and eight uses, evolved into one hundred and eight moves, which can be used for close combat defense and long-range casting, all of which are satisfactory.

"Although this person has obtained the Youquan Wandering Dragon Sword, he does not know how to refine it and only treats it as a sharp sword."

In a flash, many ideas flashed through his mind, some of which were about showing off. "I will use the inner five elements to trap his lower body. I will use the metal energy to crush him, the wood energy to make him swell, the fire energy to incinerate him, the water energy to wash him into ash, and the earth energy to crush him. Then I will use the outer five elements to blow him to pieces! Finally, I will use the eight trigrams to refine him and turn him into a small human flesh elixir!"

The power of his abacus was now expanding outwards, and the fortune teller was preparing to restrain the power.

At the same time, a red line suddenly appeared on the neck of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator who was squatting on the roof dozens of feet behind him.

This person also saw the Youlong Sword flying towards him, but its speed was too fast. It appeared in front of him in a flash and passed by his neck in a flash.

He was panicked and quickly jumped into the air. In mid-air, he suddenly thought: "Why am I so light?"

He looked down and saw that his body below the neck had eight arms, with their arms outstretched as if they were about to leap up.

He jumped up with his body, but his head jumped higher.

At the same time that the Youlong Sword hit him, Chen Shi had already changed his stabbing sword style into the cloud sword style.

Before the Cloud Sword Style was finished, it turned into the Chopping Sword Style, and then into the Wiping Sword Style, a total of four moves. They were the simplest moves of the Ziwu Zhanxie Sword, moves that any educated person could know.

Four quick and easy moves.

Above him, the man who had raised more than a hundred flying needles had all of them cut off by the Cloud Sword.

This man's neck was also cut off by the cloud sword.

The sword-splitting style swept past, from top to bottom, splitting the head of the man a hundred feet behind Chen Shi along with the divine fetus in the shrine behind his head!

The sword-wiping style was extremely fast. On the lake, a hundred feet away, the water dragon had its neck wiped and it scattered.

The Nascent Soul cultivator standing on the dragon's head also had his neck cut off along with the water dragon. At this moment, he was covering his throat with one hand, while frantically searching through the medicine bottle on his body with the other hand, looking for the intermittent ointment, which he tried to apply before dying to prolong his life!
He was in a panic and the medicine bottle in his arms suddenly fell into the lake.

He screamed, and the blood in his neck could no longer be suppressed, spurting out, and his body sank into the lake.

Chen Shi grabbed the flying Youlong sword and lightly wiped the sword with his sword finger.

The sword was like water, and the young dragons in the water swam obediently following the movement of his fingers.

"Have you figured it out?"

Chen Shi brushed his fingertips across the tip of the sword, staring at it without looking away, and asked softly, "Are you going to live or die today?"

The fortune teller had just thought of the "human flesh elixir" at this time. The power of the abacus had already been restrained, and he was about to prepare to use the second move.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the four people he had been traveling with were dead.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he heard the sound of something heavy falling behind him. There were two sounds, the first was a headless body falling, and the second was a human head falling.

Then there was a hissing sound, and a series of flying needles fell from the sky.

The flying needles broke off and fell just around them, forming a big circle.

Immediately afterwards, the body of the flying needle's owner fell down with a whistling sound.

Chen Shi took a step to the left, and the body of the flying needle owner fell to the ground with a plop, without touching him at all.

Behind him, the sound of the body of the man with his head and the shrine split open falling down was heard, and the sound of a body falling into the water was also heard on the lake surface.

The fortune teller's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He had never seen such a fast flying sword.

too fast!
He originally thought that the flying sword was aimed at him. When he dodged the flying sword, he felt a little relieved and thought that he was stronger.

Unexpectedly, the target of the flying sword was not him at all, but his companion!

Before he could retract his attack, his four companions, in different locations, about a hundred or two hundred feet apart, all died!
He had never seen such a fast flying sword!
There are many masters and talented people in the Banshan Sect, but there has never been such a fast sword!

Looking at Chen Shi, he felt inexplicable pressure.

"I……"

His body was shaking, and all the moves he had thought of just now disappeared, and his mind was blank.

Chen Shi walked up to him, put away the Wandering Dragon Sword, took out the Dragon Beard Brush, and said calmly: "After you go back, you can slowly calculate."

He used his blood and energy as cinnabar and used a dragon-beard pen to write a strange talisman. With a light sweep of the pen tip, the talisman flew into the air and landed on the fortune teller's chest.

This talisman does not have the three-part structure of traditional talismans: the image of the god, the name of the god, and the words of the god. Instead, it depicts a large tree with roots curled like a snake or an octopus.

The internal structure is extremely complex and has many details. If you use a cinnabar pen to draw it, it will probably take two or three days to finish, and it is easy to make mistakes.

But if you can make a talisman with just one thought, drawing it will be extremely simple and the probability of making a mistake is extremely low.

This talisman is called Nightmare Wood and is ranked as the third grade talisman in the "Treasure Book of Talisman Creation". It is the most complex creation talisman that Chen Shi can draw in the Nascent Soul Realm.

To draw this talisman, many strange materials are needed, even the shed skin of a demon is needed as an inducement, the juice is refined from ghosts, and cinnabar is ground together with morning dew before the painting can be done.

However, the Treasure Book of Creation also says that if one has a paintbrush that can connect yin and yang, there is no need to look for these materials, but the nightmare wood painted will be less powerful.

The fortune teller said in a hoarse voice: "You let me go?"

Chen Shi ordered: "I have left a talisman on your chest, called Nightmare Wood. When you return to Banshan Sect, immediately find your Sect Master and ask the best talisman master to break this talisman. I will give you three hours, don't delay."

The fortune teller shuddered, and hurried away, his steps as fast as flying. Chen Shi's fingertips trembled lightly, and a huge fire flew out, igniting the body on the ground and burning it to ashes.

He also dealt with the other two bodies in the village to prevent them from being transformed into evil spirits by the moonlight, and then walked towards Azhu's house amid the horrified gazes of the villagers.

When the woman Aying saw him killing someone, she was so frightened that she locked the door and hid in the yard, trembling with fear while holding her two children.

She heard a knock on the door and saw Ah Zhuo preparing to open it, so she hurriedly said, "Qiao Zhuo, don't open the door! He killed someone!"

Ah Zhuo said: "Xiao Shi will not harm us."

The woman, Aying, said, "He won't do anything bad to us, but what about his enemies?"

Ah Zhuo hesitated for a moment, and then Chen Shi's voice came from outside the door: "Uncle Ah Zhuo, I am Xiao Shi. Everyone is responsible for their own actions. I have done something wrong, and I will bear the consequences myself. I will go and solve this matter, and I will not disturb you anymore."

Ah Zhuo stood behind the door and ordered, "You can go ahead. Chen Yindu's descendants are no less than others. Don't bring disgrace upon your grandfather's name."

Chen Shi bowed and said, "Uncle, rest assured, I will do my best. Aunt, don't worry, I won't let you down."

The woman, Aying, didn't dare to speak.

Chen Shi stuffed a few banknotes through the crack in the door and said, "Aunt, I don't have time to teach Xiaohu and Xiaowei. Uncle Zhuo has a lot of things to do and doesn't make much money. Here are some silver coins, Aunt, take them and find a good private school for them to go to. Don't delay them."

He turned and left.

Ah Zhuo took out those silver notes and opened them. They were all worth one hundred taels each, and they were passes from Wansan Money House and could be exchanged for silver anywhere.

Ah Zhuo was about to open the door and send the money back to him, but the woman Ah Ying stopped him and said, "This is your nephew's gift to you, why don't you accept it? If you don't accept this money, how can your two sons go to school? With the money you earn from beekeeping, you will never be able to enter a private school in your lifetime! I don't expect you to succeed, but Xiao Hu and Xiao Wei can't be delayed!"

Ah Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry to trouble your mothers."

Although he is handsome and looks impressive, he is also a skinny guy with a shiny surface.

The Yin Shuai receives a salary from the underworld. Although the salary is high, it is paper money that can only be used after death, and it is also good karma accumulated through hidden deeds.

You can’t spend a penny of this money and good deeds during your lifetime.

In order to support his family, he could only make some money by raising bees.

No matter how powerful his cultivation is, how high his status is in the underworld, how he is surrounded by people when he goes in and out, and how glorious he is, but in the world of the living, he is just an ordinary beekeeper who needs to work and earn money for three meals a day.

If he had a bad heart, just a little bit worse, his family wouldn't be so poor.

He will have countless wealth, beauties, and servants.

But if he was a little bit worse, he would no longer be the sinister Ah Zhuo.

Chen Shi came to the bridge and found some people checking the ashes on the ground. When they saw him coming, they fled in panic.

"Go and report to the police!" someone shouted.

Chen Shi stretched out his hand and grabbed the man from a distance. The man flew backwards with a whoosh and landed in front of him. He was so frightened that his hands and feet went limp and he dared not move.

Chen Shi said: "What is the name of your village?"

"Shuikou Village." The villager trembled with fear.

Chen Shi raised his hand and pointed in the direction where the fortune teller had fled, saying, "Where are you going? What place is it?"

"Luhua Village."

"A little further."

"Yuanmu Town. If it's further, it's Niandu City."

Chen Shi nodded gently, let go of the villager, took out a small ingot and stuffed it into his hand, saying: "My name is Chen Shi, from Qianyang Mountain in Xinxiang, Chen Shi, and I am the champion of two provinces, Xinxiang Province and Gongzhou Province. I killed those four people, and it has nothing to do with others. You go to report to the authorities and make sure you explain clearly."

The villager nodded repeatedly.

"Go report to the police."

Chen Shi waved his hand and said, "Let me make it clear, it's Chen Shi, the top scholar in two provinces, not Chen Shi, the juren!"

The villager held the silver tightly and trotted away.

Because he had money in his hand, he ran much faster than other people who reported the case.

Chen Shi walked towards Niandu slowly.

The fortune teller did not dare to stop for a moment and went straight to Niandu. When he arrived in Niandu, he didn't care about anything else and forced his way into the hall of Banshan Sect in Niandu, shouting, "Help—"

Everyone in the Banshan Sect was alarmed by him and walked out to look at him.

Saint Lady Xuan and Sect Master Baili Mu of the Banshan Sect also rushed over after hearing the news. They saw the fortune teller standing in the crowd, surrounded by people who were concerned and asking him what had happened.

The fortune teller screamed, ripped open his shirt, and shouted, "Everyone else is dead. The sword snatcher has planted a spell on me! He wants me dead in three hours! And now half an hour has passed!"

On his chest, the vermilion nightmare wood talisman was extremely eye-catching.

The structure of this talisman was extremely complex. When it was printed on his body, it looked like a living thing. Its roots were still constantly wriggling and piercing into his body, as if sucking his blood and energy, treating him as a human fertilizer.

"Everyone go away!"

Several talisman masters with high attainments in the Banshan Sect came over and pushed aside the crowd. One of them was surprised when he saw the talisman and asked hurriedly, "Did the person who planted the talisman tell you what this talisman is?"

The fortune teller said, "He said it's called Nightmare Wood."

The talisman master's face changed slightly, and he said, "Southern School Talisman, third-grade Talisman, Nightmare Wood! There is actually someone who can refine this kind of talisman, what a skill, what a skill!"

He held the fortune teller's lower eyelid and pulled it downwards, and saw many tiny roots wriggling in the whites of the eyes.

He pointed his finger at the fortune teller's brow, and the fortune teller's body shook slightly. A shrine jumped out from behind his head, and many roots grew between the shrine and the Yuzhen acupoint!

Everyone gasped when they saw this.

This kind of talisman is simply a devil's method!
The talisman master checked the fortune teller's Nascent Soul and saw that it was sitting in the void in the shrine, not entangled by the roots. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, the Nascent Soul has not been caught. If the Nascent Soul was also entangled by the roots, the speed of the Nightmare Wood's maturity would be greatly increased. It would explode in an instant, and no one below the Spiritual Transformation Realm would be able to escape!"

Baili Mu asked, "Can you solve it?"

The talisman master smiled slightly and said, "Master, if this person's talisman attainments are higher than mine, then it would be extremely dangerous to decipher his talismans. But he is just a child, so it is not difficult to decipher his talismans."

He immediately prepared cinnabar, black dog blood and other things, intending to break the talisman.

Baili Mu breathed a sigh of relief and asked the fortune teller, "Where did you meet the man who took the sword?"

"Shuikou Village."

Baili Mu's eyes flickered, and he said calmly: "Shuikou Village? Great!"

He turned and walked out, and a group of experts from the Banshan Sect quickly followed him. Behind him, the talisman master picked up the pen, placed it on the fortune teller's chest, and began to break the talisman.

Suddenly, Baili Mu felt a heart-pounding breath coming from behind him. He turned around hurriedly and saw that the fortune teller's body suddenly swelled up. A strange tree broke out of his body, broke his body, and grew in all directions.

There were sounds of branches breaking through the air, and there was chaos in the hall. Branches pierced through the back of the heads of the fleeing people from the Banshan Sect.

One by one, the masters of the Banshan Sect were hit and floated in the air, with more roots and branches growing behind their heads.

Fear appeared on their faces as they fell into an endless nightmare.

"Help me! Help me quickly!"

The talisman master who had cracked the nightmare wood talisman showed a look of horror, and his head was pierced by a tentacle. He shouted, "My nightmare is so horrible!"

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